Death smiled slyly and said:
"I've already told you the rules.
“As long as the rules don’t stop you and there’s nothing stopping you in this field, then you can do it.
“Not only can you exchange cards on the table, but you can also exchange cards with each other during a duel.
"Even when you are on the table and someone challenges your ally, you can still give him a card at the beginning of the duel.
"Hehe, so please feel free to do it."
Zuo Feng had a sullen face, but raised his eyes, stared at Zuo Ge and said:
"In that case, give me all the cards in your hand."
Zuo Ge had no expression on his face and gently threw forward the stack of six cards in his hand. The cards slid in front of Zuo Feng and fell into pieces.
"Now, I also have eight cards."
Zuo Feng collected all the cards in his hand and showed off proudly.
This series of changes gave Meng Fei an extremely bad feeling.
At first, he thought that after the God of Death formulated the rules of the God of Death, he would only be a simple executor of the rules in this world.
But now it seems that is not the case.
If Death were simply enforcing the rules, then the person with the most cards at the end of the challenge round from the left square should automatically become the challenger.
But the God of Death still needs to jump out to confirm?
The problem is that the God of Death did not immediately declare him to be the challenger. Instead, he provoked a card swap between the two Mantis men in an obvious prompt, giving the Mantis King Zuofeng five cards.
Doesn’t the God of Death claim to be “I don’t tell you anything but rules”? Why is there so much nonsense all at once?
This means that the God of Death is not neutral, but deliberately avoids him becoming a challenger? Or is the God of Death always siding with King Mantis?
Or has Death already noticed his plan?
If he cannot become a challenger, then the way he envisions to crack the realm of Death's rules will not be possible.
"hey-hey."
The unhappiness on Death's face disappeared completely with the chicken thief's laughter, and then he shook the dice in his hand.
"Not good..." Meng Fei thought to himself.
Among the rules Death had said, it only said that when the number of cards was the same, he would roll the dice to decide, but it never stipulated that the dice must be random!
In other words, who the dice draws first is likely to be decided by Death himself.
If the God of Death doesn't want him to be drawn, then he can never be drawn!
Meng Fei couldn't help but scratch his head.
There are always ways, the only thing is to take it one step at a time. Anyway, even if you make a mistake, there is still a chance.
The dice rolled in the copper bowl.
Sure enough, the final image was decisively fixed on Zuo Feng, who looked a bit like Zuo Ge, but was younger, with clearer muscle outlines on his face, and was full of arrogance, arrogance and arrogance!
"That means it's my turn to challenge."
He crossed his arms and looked around haughtily at everyone.
For him now, He Ma has eight cards in his hand, as many as him, and is his strongest opponent.
But because he obtained challenger permission first, he can ignore this person!
As long as he gets two cards from anyone except He Ma and Xiaoluo, he can directly become the final winner.
But he didn't need any more challenges at all, so his expression was very relaxed. He even crossed his legs on his seat and uttered two words:
"Qimei."
"exist."
Although Qi Mei could not stand up, she still put her hands on her chest, shrank her shoulders, and lowered her head slightly to express her reply.
Meng Fei sympathized with Luo An at this time. After all, she was his woman, but her soul died and was controlled by the tyrant Zuo Feng.
The muscles on Zuo Feng's face were twisted, and his eyes shot out with an arrogant light. He had just finished greeting Qi Mei, but instead of explaining, he smiled and said:
"He Ma? I heard that you are also the favorite of gods?
“Or the goddess Qingmang’s divine pet?
"You do have some skills. You got eight cards with just one maid.
"But what's the use?
"Ha ha ha ha."
Touching the lightning scar on his face that was still aching, he was in a good mood, extremely happy, and really wanted to laugh out loud.
Not long ago, in front of the goddess Qingmang, he felt like he was living like a dog.
But now, the throne of God is right in front of you. Soon, he will be on an equal footing with the gods, so what if he is a goddess?
The most important thing is that in the entire death bet, he can directly win the final victory without even taking a single shot.
This is the destiny, the God of Destiny!
"No matter how many cards you have, you are not qualified to challenge me. They can only rot in your own hands."
He especially hated Ho Ma. Because in the eyes of Qingmang Goddess, he is not even as good as a dog.
But the goddess was willing to risk herself and go down to the world for this guy, and even swore a poisonous oath to destroy a race.
He doesn't want to do anything else now, he just wants to watch this divine pet become a sacrifice for him to become a god.
"Because I don't have to duel with you at all!"
He glanced at Qi Mei again and said:
"Give me the two cards in your hand."
The slaves of the witch clan are absolutely loyal to their masters. As long as he gives an order, Qi Mei cannot refuse.
He already has eight cards in his hand, plus the two cards in Qi Mei's hand, he will immediately become the final winner!
"No, Your Majesty, I cannot give you my cards."
Although Qi Mei flinched, she still replied politely.
Zuo Feng's exaggerated smile froze on his face.
"What? You disobeyed my orders?"
"No, you misunderstood."
Qi Mei didn't dare to raise her eyes at all. She just looked at the table and whispered:
“I would never dare to disobey any of your orders.
“But if you take away my cards, you can indeed become the ultimate winner in the Death Rules realm.
“But you will not become a god.
"Any card I play will be against the result of your becoming a god."
As if crawling, Zuo Feng supported his hands on the cold and hard copper table with a very complicated expression.
He was angry, confused, and lost in thought.
Finally trying his best to calm down, he stared into Qi Mei's eyes and asked:
"tell me why?"
"His Majesty."
Qi Mei bowed again on her seat.
"Qi Mei's prophecy is like a distant ripple in the sea of time. Qi Mei can see it and knows that we will definitely experience it.
“But Qi Mei cannot see the depths of the sea of time, nor does she know the source of the forces deep in the sea that stir the future.
"So Qi Mei can only tell you that if you want to become a god, you cannot take away any card in Qi Mei's hand."
Zuo Feng pursed his lips tightly, his cheeks were slightly bulging, his nose was slightly flared, and his eyes were full of distrustful ferocity.
But he also believed in the absolute loyalty of witches. This was an axiom that had been summarized in this world for thousands of years, and there had never been any counterexamples.
"What is the path for me to become a god now?"
"Qi Mei's prophecy is: You must challenge He Ma first. Otherwise, you cannot become a god."
